After Surviving the Tribulation, I Let It All Go

My master is the most powerful cultivator in the world, standing just one step away from godhood, and I am his only disciple.

My master is very strict with me.

He said cultivators must sever all worldly attachments, so I kowtowed to my parents and bid them farewell, never to see them again in this life.

He said cultivators must temper their bodies and cleanse their marrow. The water of the cold spring felt like knives and flames against my skin, but I soaked in it day and night, never missing a day since joining the sect.

He said cultivators must care for all under heaven. I nodded, clutching my sword, and said I wanted to become a great hero just like him!

Then one day, my master suddenly brought home a junior brother.

My junior brother was sentimental and deeply attached to his mortal parents. Even years after entering the mountains, he received letters from home every month without fail.

He was frail and often ill. My master never let him come anywhere near the cold spring, and whenever he fell sick, my master tended to him with the utmost care.

Fine clothes, precious artifacts, magical treasures... If my junior brother asked for something, my master gave it to him.

I thought my master was playing favorites, so I went to ask him why.

My master only replied,